Gerard and I froze, I was on my back in the sand, he was half on top of me. We stared at each other for a second.

"Was that...?" I whispered. The silence was then rent again, this time by a loud, high pitched scream. In a flash, Gerard was on his feet, pulling me to mine. Immediately, we took off running across the sand, as fast as we could. As we ran, we heard a second scream, I could tell it was Charlotte. I increased my pace, using every last bit of strength I had to keep my legs pumping. Soon, I had outstripped Gerard, and the bonfire had come into view, growing larger and larger as I ran. There, in the distance, I could see figures grouped around the tree to which Phil was bound.

"What happened?" I screamed as I reached the cabin, still running. I saw Ray's bushy hair as he turned, and he met me half way, putting his arms around me. I struggled to get free, but he wouldn't let me go.

"Don't look, Angel!" he cried, as Gerard came running up behind me.

"What happened?" Gerard demanded, as I had.Ray looked at him.

"It's my fault," he whispered. "I'm so sorry!"

"Just spit it out, Ray, what happened?" Gerard asked.

"Well, everyone had gone to bed. We assumed you were, well, you know, so we weren't worried. Tori and I were sitting on the mat, keeping an eye on Phil, and waiting for you guys. I had the gun, but we must have fallen asleep..." Ray drifted off, shuddering. "The first shot woke us up, and then I looked up in time to see Zara shoot herself." I gasped, and froze, before shaking Ray off me, and walking, like a sleepwalker, towards the others. Bob and Mikey were holding a sobbing Tori, and Frank was comforting Charlotte. I pushed past them.

Phil was still tied to the tree, a gaping hole in the side of his head. Near his feet, Zara lay across the sand in her yellow polka dot bikini and bright yellow skirt, the gun in her hand, her eyes wide open and staring, and half of her head missing. I heard a third scream, and realized that it had come from me. I sank to my knees, dropped my forehead against them, and covered my head with my hands, crying hysterically. Like a movie in my head, I saw Zara, the day we met, hanging out in the Black Rose with Ann Marie and Laura, doing our rotations together, taking our final exams together, planning this trip, taking the Hippocratic Oath side by side. I saw her laughing, playing Frisbee in the park, crying over some soppy movie. Grief welled up inside of me, and threatened to tear me in half. I felt myself rocking backwards and forwards, and felt my hands pulling at my hair. I heard my crying as if from very far away, it sounded more like a wounded animal than a human cry. There, in front of everyone, I had lost control.

In a moment, I felt a pair of gentle hands pulling me up, and looked up into Gerard's face. He had tears in his eyes. He pulled me into his lap, and rocked me like a baby as I cried.

Eventually, my crying subsided. Everyone was grouped around Gerard and I, unsure of what to do now. I sniffed, and wiped my eyes, pulling myself together.

"Ray?" I whispered, and he stepped forward, and knelt down in front of me. "It's not your fault. It was only a matter of time, ok?" He nodded, and sniffed, I could tell he was trying to keep himself together. I got up, and physically shook myself once. "Ok." I took a deep breath. "No one move, I'll be right back." I ran to the cabin, and climbed the ladder, quickly pulling my bloodstained clothes back on, and grabbing the gun briefcase, before grabbing Zara's pillow and blankets off of her bed. I threw them all down onto the mat, and climbed down after them. I picked them back up, and carried them into the lower level, where I soon found the two dust pans we used as shovels, and then headed back to the others. Gerard was standing now, his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Ok," I said again, handing Ray one of the dust pans. "Can you and Frank take that motherfucker somewhere far away, and bury him? Don't mark the spot. I want him stuck on this island forever. Can you do that for me? Please?" Gerard left Mikey now, moving over to me and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah," Frank said softly. "We'll do it."

"Ok. Bob and Mikey, will you take Charlotte and Tori back inside?" I asked then. Mikey gave me a slightly odd look, and I knew that he thought I had gone completely crazy.

"Yeah," he said, and put his arm around Charlotte's shoulders, leading her back inside, as Tori and Bob followed. I waited, as Frank and Ray began dragging Phil's body off across the sand, and once everyone was out of sight, I knelt beside Zara. Gently, I took the gun from her hand, and handed it to Gerard. I took off the locket, and turned to face him, holding it out to him.

"Can you lock it back up, please?" He nodded, and began fumbling around with the briefcase. I turned my attention back to Zara. I closed her eyes, and took the pillow case off of her pillow, wrapping it tightly around the gaping wound in her head, covering her face. I stared at her for a moment. Suddenly, Gerard slipped my locket back over my head, breaking my stare.I looked up at him. "Can you help me?" I asked.

"You don't ever need to ask that, Angel," he whispered. "I'll always help you." I nodded slowly. Gerard bent down, and kissed my forehead, before gently lifting Zara's body. I stood, and picked up the pillow, blankets, and dust pan, and together, we walked slowly and silently into the woods.